In 1950, experiments were conducted—experiments whose very purpose remains unknown. It was said they were part of an attempt to allow humans to travel between worlds. But, as expected, things did not unfold as humanity had hoped. A gateway was opened to a world beyond human comprehension—a realm so alien that the human mind could not grasp its nature. Yet, from it, mankind learned one terrible truth: something unspeakably evil lay beyond that threshold. And through it, creatures of nightmare poured forth, slaughtering and destroying all life in their path.
Mankind had unwittingly opened a door to the underworld.
The gateway was in Britain, and within mere days, Europe fell under the dominion of demons. The surviving populations fled to America and Russia, where humanity made its stand. A desperate war began, and for a fleeting moment, it seemed mankind might reclaim Europe. But fate is cruel. The gateway widened, unleashing horrors beyond imagination—colossal beasts whose heads scraped the sky, armored monstrosities impervious to any weapon mankind possessed. Once more, humanity suffered a crushing defeat.
But mankind did not surrender.
Thus began the Hell War—a war that has now raged for a thousand years and still shows no end in sight.
Now, in the year 2950, Earth is a wasteland, a mere husk of what it once was. Nations and continents have crumbled into dust, their histories long forgotten. In their place, a new empire has risen, the last bastion of humanity. With the past lost to time, only fragments of history remain—just enough to remind mankind of where it came from and to keep the fire of hope alive. Perhaps, one day, the war will end. Perhaps, one day, humanity will stand victorious over the demons.
For centuries, humanity has been unable to advance. There has been no time for progress, no peace to foster invention. Even weapons have stagnated, mass-produced to be cheap, sturdy, and effective only against the fiends that threaten existence. The most advanced arms and armor are reserved for those enhanced by science and alchemy—the culmination of centuries of desperate knowledge, scavenged and refined amidst the endless bloodshed.
Five hundred years ago, the demons shattered the frozen mountains that had long divided the human world from the horrors beyond. At first, this granted mankind an opportunity to expand, to strengthen their forces, to reclaim ground once thought lost. But there was a purpose behind the demons' actions—one that humanity soon came to understand.
Seven rulers emerged. They do not fight, nor do they interfere, but instead, they watch. Some of them bestowed power upon select humans—not out of mercy, but for their own amusement, forcing these chosen few into a futile war against the demons for their entertainment. The Holy Temple of the Sacred God condemned these six rulers, for they saw humanity as nothing more than playthings.
But there was one—the seventh—who was different.
Unlike the others, he was not always present, nor did he claim dominion over human lands. He came from a distant place, far beyond the reach of the others. And when he appeared, he did not merely watch. He waged war. He led his armies into battle against the demonic horde, crushing them in brutal sieges and granting mankind precious moments of survival. When he shared his power, it was not for pleasure, nor was it given freely—it was scattered at random, to those who might use it to endure. His weapons and soldiers stood alongside humanity for decades, keeping the fragile hope of victory alive.
And so, the war rages on. Day and night, we fight against the demons. The gods stand against us. Only one stands with us.
May the Sacred God have mercy on us all.